Page 56 of Devotion

I want it so much the need aches in my heart and my pussy.

I want him to fuck me for real, but he’s never asked for that. He’s only ever asked for my mouth, so unless he changes his mind, I can’t offer him anything else.

Responding to the urgency of his body, I do the best I can to take even more of him than usual. He moves my head back and forth as he makes a fast rutting motion, grunting loudly but so far gone he’s beyond words.

My eyes are watering when he finally lets out a sound of relief that’s almost a bellow—louder than I’ve ever heard him before—and jerks through a powerful release that lasts a long time. I swallow down each spurt, saliva and semen dribbling out of the corner of my mouth and moisture leaking out of my pussy.

He’s wheezing when he finally falls against the back of his chair, his hands still curved around my skull, holding my mouthover his cock. “Keep going,” he rasps, his body still making a slight rocking motion. “Don’t stop. Never stop.”

I’ve cleared my throat from his ejaculate, so I soften my mouth around him, still applying rhythmic suction in that way I know he loves afterward.

“Fuck, that wiped me out.” One of his hands slides down to hold the side of my neck, his thumb rubbing the line of my still-working jaw. “You okay, baby?”

“Mm-hmm.” I’m still sucking him eagerly as his cock slowly softens back to its normal size.

He eases my head back, so I have no choice but to let him slip out of my mouth. He tilts me up so I’m looking at him. “I wasn’t too rough with you, was I?”

“No! You’re never rough. And I like to give you what you need.”

“I know you do. Thank you. I don’t know how I got so lucky as to get you as a partner.” His eyes have gotten heavy. His body is reclined in a sated slump. It sounds almost like he’s talking to himself at the end rather than to me.

But the words fill me with another one of those tidal waves of pleasure and deep security. “I got lucky too,” I whisper as I tuck his penis back into his underwear and button his trousers.

I don’t know if he heard me or not. He’s almost asleep. He wasn’t lying when he said our session wiped him out.

I’m still throbbing with hot arousal and something stronger and needier in my heart, but not for the world would I ask or expect him to rouse himself when he’s feeling so good and so tired. I get up quietly and walk into the bathroom.

I’m hot and sweaty and antsy, so I take a hot shower, rubbing my clit to bring myself to a fast orgasm, which helps but doesn’t fully satisfy me.

I brush my hair and my teeth. Pull on my nightgown. My jaw and throat are sorer than normal, but they don’t trouble me too much. Not compared to what I was able to give Gabriel just now.

When I leave the bathroom, Gabriel is still sprawled out in his chair. I think for a moment that he’s actually fallen asleep there, but then I see him looking at me from under his heavy eyelids.

“You should go to bed,” I tell him with a smile.

“Not yet. Come here for a minute.”

My eyebrows pull together as I obediently move to stand in front of him.

He straightens up in his chair. Slips a hand under my gown so he can feel my pussy. He frowns. “You’re turned on.”

“It’s no big deal. I took care of myself in the show—” I squeak when he gives my clit a little poke.

He’s shaking his head but also smiling a little as he moves his chair closer to the desk, pulling me with him. “Turn around.”

Still confused but getting excited now, I do as he says, facing toward the desk and away from him.

“Hike up your gown and bend over.”

“Wh—”

“Do it.” He’s speaking with his normal, matter-of-fact confidence. Not mean or unkind. Just absolutely certain I’ll do as he says.

Of course I do it. I draw up the hem of my gown and hold it bunched around my waist as I bend over the desk.

He moves his chair closer.

My pussy is throbbing so intensely it aches. The air is cool on the skin of my bare bottom. When he doesn’t do anything, I turn to look over my shoulder. “What’s going on?”

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